All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

EWAN POV"You said you already knew your own answer. I've spent considerable months since wondering whether I might finally be brave enough to actually ask the question properly."I said it to Lyra, both of us standing together on the same cliffside overlook near my own territory's coast, the formal transfer of leadership authority now officially complete, my grandmother watching proudly from a respectful distance alongside Lyra's own parents."I've been waiting rather patiently," Lyra said, warmth and gentle amusement evident in her voice despite the visible flutter of anticipation in her expression.I withdrew the ring I'd spent considerable months carefully designing, western coastal stone set delicately within Ironfang gold, two territories woven together exactly the way genuine partnership required. "Lyra Voss," I said, my voice carrying more emotion than my careful, prepared words had originally allowed for, "I have watched you build your own extraordinary path for three remarka

ELIRA POV"The fishing quota dispute's considerably more complicated than a simple resource allocation question. Callum, what have you actually found."I studied the intelligence gathered across the past several months, watching Ewan and Douglas's parallel efforts to properly resolve the coastal territory's genuine, longstanding grievance, and felt cautious admiration building for the young man my daughter had chosen."Ewan's approach has been considerably more thorough," Callum reported. "He's personally visited every affected fishing settlement, documented actual household impact rather than simply relying on aggregate territorial data. Douglas has largely worked through intermediaries, careful policy proposals drafted from his own estate rather than genuine, direct engagement with the families actually affected.""That matches everything I've observed," Kian said, having travelled personally to observe several of Ewan's settlement visits at Lyra's careful, hopeful request. "He reme

KIAN POV"Another wedding properly celebrated, another genuine happiness this family's helped make possible. Elira, I confess, I've rather lost count of exactly how many remarkable love stories we've watched bloom across these many years."I said it with warm, contented amusement, watching the last of the wedding celebration's guests finally depart down Ashgrove's long drive, the estate settling gradually back into its familiar, peaceful quiet."I've been keeping a careful list, actually," Elira admitted, laughing softly. "Though I confess, the manuscript's grown considerably thick with all of them properly documented now."We settled onto our familiar balcony as evening gathered warm over the estate, and I found myself, watching the peaceful grounds below, genuinely reflecting on everything this extraordinary family had built across so many difficult and joyful years."Callum mentioned something interesting this morning," Elira said, careful curiosity entering her voice. "Apparently,

RHYS POV"You claim to understand reconciliation, yet you arrive here with soldiers and formal delegation, exactly the kind of imposed authority that started this entire conflict three centuries ago."The Ashveil elder, a sharp featured man named Fingal Ashveil, delivered the challenge the moment our small party crossed into his faction's territory, his weathered face carrying centuries of inherited grievance despite his own considerably shorter lifetime."We brought no soldiers," I said carefully, gesturing toward our genuinely modest escort, Silas and two others, considerably fewer than any previous diplomatic mission this family had undertaken. "We came because Muireall Kincaid believed genuine mediation might finally help, not because we intend to impose any particular outcome."Fingal studied me with careful, evident scepticism. "Muireall speaks for the neutral settlements, those foolish enough to abandon proper allegiance to either legitimate faction. She has no authority to inv

ELIRA POV"Six months of careful, patient conversation between Isla and Fingal, and now they're proposing something considerably more ambitious. A joint council, formally representing both factions, meeting regularly to address shared concerns rather than maintaining three centuries of careful separation."I read Rhys's latest report with genuine, growing wonder, watching the considerable progress that had unfolded since our initial, uncertain visit to the Sundered Line's divided territories."That's remarkable," Kian said, reading over my shoulder. "Elira, six months ago, these two factions hadn't spoken directly in three centuries.""Rhys and Sable have been travelling back regularly," I said, continuing through the detailed report. "Not simply mediating, but genuinely teaching, drawing on everything we've learned building bridges between the Ironfang and Frostbound lines, between our own family and the Umbral Court. Isla and Fingal have apparently become something close to genuine